Verin has always responded well to his authority when he is caring but firm. Today is no different, and Essek is grateful for the ways in which his brother is predictable, perhaps known only to him. Verin's head comes to rest against his shoulder, his eyes slip closed, and Essek's darkly painted lips press affectionately to his brow. In addition to the scent of his perfume clinging to his skin, he is still wearing a full face of makeup from court today.

It's been a long time since they were last able to do this, and it is a shame that these are the circumstances leading to this reunion. They don't see each other nearly as much as they should. The time they get to spend in his home together, in his bed, is even less. Essek's desire to protect his younger brother from his own machinations is in direct conflict with how much he misses him.

Combing his fingers slowly, soothingly through Verin's hair, Essek attempts to quell the restless buzz of excess energy he can practically feel radiating from his stronger, broader body. He must be exhausted, yet he hasn't yet crashed. His mind is still whirring, replaying, reminding him of what he'd survived and witnessed today.

Essek clasps him wordlessly closer. He feels his toes brush the edge of Verin's robe and slips his foot beneath to slide his bare legs against Verin's. Should he need to do anything more to help him relax, he has plenty of options for distraction.